Lyrics FTV - Tre Lavish

I'm feeling the vibe, I'm feeling the vibe, yeah, yeah, I'm feeling the vibe, yeah, yeah, I'm feeling the vibe

Uh, all of the ba-bas, Aim at the coppas, I got the drop-top diggin, uh
Look up the subject, crunch up the numbers, then ask who run my city
What's in the Crock-pot, pray to Allah, Play if you want you silly, uh
I got ya sha-sha all on my line, and she wanna shoot a video, Vixen, uh

Run this shit back from the top, you know I keep me in Lil- bitty mop
You know I pull up on you from the watch, I keep that bitch and it's in my crotch, cause
I hope don't get caught by the cops, I tried to run and it fell out my sock
Back in the 9 used to kick it with jocks, I had the bad bitches all by my lock-er

I had the bad bitches all in my lock, hunnid bands, I'm tryna bust down a watch
Time running, I've been watching the clock, keep a pole boy, you know how I rock
Keep a pole, boy, you know how I rock, on gang boy, I'm keeping it real
I could really give a fuck how you feel, real shit, boy, I'm keeping it trill

Nigga real, nigga shit, I stay up in the mix
I put some ice on my neck, then ice up on my wrist
Bitch, I'm the new Fresh Prince, I feel like Will Smith
Cause I've been on different shit, yeah, I've been on different shit

I'm feeling the vibe, I'm feeling the vibe, yeah, yeah, I'm feeling the vibe, yeah, yeah, I'm feeling the vibe

This off the top, nah ain't no cap, going to school, weed in my sack
Up from front, come through the back, say I ain't gon' step, know about that
When I wake up, get me some racks, he think he hard cause that nigga got tats
He can get slapped, he can get sat, I got the gat, I push him back

I don't even feel like killing him, fuck nigga talk too much put a seal in him
Hot shit all in his back, it was filling him
I heard your homie told on you, you still with him, what
Ain't finna argue with niggas that suck
One thing I'ma do is up come in the clutch
Next nigga try me, he gone' in a rush
One thing I'ma say is, its up and its stuck

Uh, all of the ba-bas, Aim at the coppas, I got the drop-top diggin, uh
Look up the subject, crunch up the numbers, then ask who run my city
What's in the Crock-pot, pray to Allah, Play if you want you silly, uh
I got ya sha-sha all on my line, and she wanna shoot a video, Vixen, uh

All of the ba-bas, Aim at the coppas, I got the drop-top diggin, uh
Look up the subject, crunch up the numbers, then ask who run my city
What's in the Crock-pot, pray to Allah, Play if you want you silly, uh
I got ya sha-sha all on my line, and she wanna shoot a video, Vixen, uh